One's future awaits
in the rubbish heap of yesterday
of what is tossed out tomorrow
is the boon of today

Make mine with everything
a balance of yesterdays
and tomorrows
patch these pants
with a ten-thousand samples
attach these clasps
of magnetic dipoles

With a bit of liberty
we can patch these pants
we can find the justice
we can find the life

The field plowed blooms to harvest
in the rubbish heap of yesteryear
and tomorrow
brings dreams of yesterdays
Nature is a balance between